The man's pitiful cries didn't elicit any sympathy from anyone.
The survivors wearing smiley face masks continued busily with their work, without even turning their heads.
Meanwhile, a garbage truck slowly made its way from a distance.
Red Hair quickly stepped aside to make way for it.
There was no sign of his earlier arrogance.
Since he wasn't dead, he obviously had to make plans for staying alive.
It was always prudent to be a bit cautious when speaking and acting on someone else's turf.
But just as the garbage truck brushed past him, Red Hair suddenly noticed that the person pushing the cart was also wearing a mask.
It was the same smiling face.
He immediately became puzzled. Could this be some sort of identity marker?
Before he could observe further, someone behind him urged,
"What's the hold-up?"
"Our boss is getting impatient. You're going to be in for it!"
"Hurry up!"
Red Hair quickly acknowledged and hurriedly trotted to catch up with the man ahead.
